No let up in the snow. Heavy shoveling this morning, but glad to have the moisture. Thought about strapping on the snowshoes and doing a little jog around the neighborhood, but decided I had better things to do.
Finally found the correct language for the end of the story I’m calling “The Catch.” Think I’m pretty close to being finished, though there’s still a paragraph or two, mid-story, that needs massaging. Progress, anyway.
Cracked Denis Johnson’s The Laughing Monsters. Like where it’s going so far. Also pushed forward into Jim Hanna’s Call Me Pomeroy, which is turning out to be a real hoot.
Hoped to hit the road to Albuquerque tomorrow, but the NWB is calling for snowstorms all week. If it were a shorter, flatter ride that would bother me. But I’ve driven all the mountain passes I care to during snowstorms.
Oscars tonight. Felt neutral about pulling for a best picture—thought there were a lot of strong candidates this year—but decided over the last two days I’d like to see Birdman come up strong.